"Youth is a circumstance you can't do anything about. The trick is to grow up without getting old."
-Frank Lloyd Wright
Today, while making my bed out of a new habit I've decided to take up, my grandmother and I were discussing my birthday cake. Kee. The woman makes absolutely delicious birthday cakes. It was all going just fine. A nice tradition of her cakes, the joy it brings, the memories it brings back, until that dreadful question, "How old are you going to be?"
I whispered..."20"
Twenty. Years. Old. A ......2.....then a........0
My teenage years expire Wednesday. They say 20s are the best years of my life. I rather liked 17 and 19 if I do say so myself. Eighteen was rather uneventful. Maybe I'm overreacting to this. After all my mother and sister get such a cringe when I complain about 20. Is there much to complain about. I'm not dying, well I mean I kind of am. But in a really slow manner. I still have the opportunities to make life of what I want with it.
I have people I love.
People who love me.
I have friends.
I'm going to New York.
Becoming less serious everyday.
Becoming .001% more responsible everyday.
20. Not that bad.
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